Yesterday, when I was surfing the net, I came across a painter, Andrei Krioutchenko, who lives and creates his masterpieces in France and whose works are considered to be a modern interpretation of the style of the old impressionists. So when I first saw them, I felt a lump in my throat as they reminded me of those amazing days spent in Paris, of its chestnut trees, splendid architecture, organ-grinders, lovely side streets and the most delicious mango sorbet I've ever eaten.